The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream was not dark. It was a blinding, sterile white. Elias Vane stood in a vast hall with no walls. The floor was made of polished bone. In the center, a single lantern burned. It did not flicker. It did not cast shadows. It simply existed, a point of absolute clarity in the infinite expanse. Elias reached for it. His hand closed around the brass frame. It was cold. Colder than ice. Colder...

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